The Beautiful City

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The Beautiful City

Decent Distance
Itinerary
The Beautiful City
Gjavato Études for clarinet and orchestra
The Most Important Game
Was That It?

It will be
like a monitor switched off,
children playground under snow.
Empty film screen.

Until yesterday there were games,
writing,
loving,
and all of a sudden – silence.

Somebody here is alive,
but it is not me.
I wake up in vain.

On the end credits
names, places and faces:
“special thanks to…”,
funded by,
casting by.

This went kind of quick –
when did it start,
when did it end?
We didn’t even
finish the popcorn.

The hall is empty,
and I’m still waiting.

2018-08-21T17:22:38+00:00 May 15th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 95|0 Comments